April 27, 2008

I've been back in the States for several days, but a bit too exhausted and slammed with work to report for blogging duty. But, I feel like I can't truly embrace writing about my adventures in the good ol' U.S. of A. until I tackle a few more Argentine keepsakes...

*Roaming around the tree-lined streets of Buenos Aires' Palermo Soho district, checking out chic boutiques and homespun jewelry stores, as well as stylish restaurants for a chilled glass of Torrontes wine or an Helado shop for a quick ice cream fix.

*The bitter poverty of the La Boca district contrasted by its 4-block tourist zone of brightly painted restaurants and shops, tango shows and makeshift galleries.

*A friendly lunch at the warm and inviting family affair called Social Paraiso.

*Winding our way through the city's famous Recoleta cemetery until we happened upon the resting place of Evita Peron.

*A glam dinner at Buenos Aires' restaurant-of-the-moment, Casa Cruz, where Karen and I swooned over a hedonistic appetizer of Foie Gras Brulee and an equally indulgent dessert of Earl Grey Souffle -- not to mention a swoon or two over the delectable sommelier.

*Making our way through Buenos Aires' smoke choked streets, when a nearby forest fire's fumes drift headlong into the city.

*With the air clear at last, a Sunday brunch at Palermo Hollywood's Olsen with new gal pals, happily met in Patagonia...

*Realizing that this was our last hurrah in BA, as we tucked into the Scandinavian-inspired restaurant's Smorgesbord delights, Gravlax and own breed of bagels before heading to the airport...

So, tonight I eat a bagel from Fairway in Red Hook, but it will be Olsen's bizarre (yet tasty) versions and BA's many charms that will be on mind. Frankly, I can't wait to go back!

April 17, 2008

Meat was on our minds. Luckily, Patagonia isn't vegetarian territory. Even the hotel's kitchen ended up doing right by lamb -- and us -- with it's Lamb Empanadas, with their golden brown, flaky crusts and rich, toothsome, meaty filling.

But our lamb lust wasn't satisfied. We needed more.

More we had.

Ready for another carne money shot?

Oh, yeah! This was the bomb! The cordero bomb!

I can't state it better than that.

This vision was beheld at La Tablita, an incredible carnivore's delight off the town's main strip.

The next night, with our new pal Amelia in tow, we hit up Casimiro Bigua, a more elegant spot with a similar asado set-up, but the lamb was insipid in comparison.

That said, the restaurant did offer some other top-notch carne -- muy guapo gauchos. Requisite flirting began. A kiss or two followed.

No sooner did we say adios to the hombres when we were jetting back to BA for more hot, smokin' adventures.

You won't hear from me again, until I'm back in Nueva York. Until then, may your dreams be filled with carne.

1. The hotel's heating system was out of whack, so our room felt more like a schvitz than a suite.

2. The food at dinner royally sucked. They even screwed up lamb -- Patagonia's most famous carne.

Breakfast was a much better affair, including fresh fruit, sweet medialunas and a special hot herbal treat: Mate.

It tasted like rotten grass, but I knew it's healing properties would be worth the bizarre bitter aftertaste. We had a lot to accomplish in Patagonia and I wanted to ensure that I'd be in top condition.

From stunning lakeside vistas...

...to the majesty of mammoth glaciers...

...to the sight of stupendous icebergs, Karen and I wanted to see it all and more.

That said, we weren't planning on leaving without an impressive plate of Patagonian lamb. Clearly, once we left the ice behind, we were on a meat mission.

April 14, 2008

For the record, last night Karen and I ended up at the trendy steakhouse Miranda, where the industrial hip dining room was perfecto, the meat less so, and the waiters muy caliente.

Two out of three ain't bad. Besides, we'd already had knock-your-socks-off steak in Buenos Aires, and we were still on the lookout for knock-your-bras-off hombres.

Today brought the inate desire to enjoy other parts of the bovine. Namely the hide. For Karen, with her broken foot, Buenos Aires selection of gorgeous leather shoes called out. She and I liked to think of her shoe shopping as a therapy of sorts. Wouldn't a new pair of bewitching high heels encourage her broken foot to heal even quicker?

Besides, who could resist the exquisite "Sex and the City"-worthy pumps that caught her eye at Divia? Apparently, there are only six pair of these sublime butterfly-inspired zapatos in the world. (See photo of Karen's Aircast and one of the shoes in question above.)

Karen now owns one of those precious six.

And for the record, I wasn't strolling by her side without a shopping bag at my side. I had just purchased a magnificent red pocketbook from an aptly named boutique - Skin.

All that shopping (not to mention a stop at the Centro Cultural Borges for a stellar photography exhibit) made us a bit peckish. Lunch was a must-do. The "do" was done at none other than the popular Palermo Soho hangout Bar 6.

Grabbing a prime table, we attempted to order sandwiches and cafe con leches. Karen did much better than I. Although not on the menu, she simply requested a basic grilled cheese and tomato. I couldn't bother thinking (aka translating the descriptions from our waitress) and just said "todo."

The result was, as Karen said, not a sandwich -- but an experience...

The "experience" came with a thin steak, sauteed mushrooms, a sunny-side up egg, little mozzarella balls, sundried tomatoes, cheese, and much more.

Within moments I was full and there was still enough food for a small army left on the plate.

No time to contemplate my leftovers though, since Karen and I had to drop off our shopping bags at the Mine Hotel as quickly as possible and hail a cab to the Aeroparque.

It was time to head to Patagonia...

And up, up and away we went, in hopes of countryside adventures including icy trails, breathtaking glaciers and maybe a gourmet meal or two.

April 13, 2008

After only one meal in Buenos Aires, Karen and I were already feeling the meat coma setting in. Something had to be done. We couldn't overload on steak. We had to keep the beef buzz going over the course of the next week!

We hailed a Radio Taxi from our uber-hip Palermo Soho district hotel and for a mere $5 US took a 20-minute ride to one of the city's favorite Italian hot spots, Filo. It wasn't fancy in the least, but frankly that was just what we wanted.

And so was the lightly dressed salad, followed by a small thin-crust pizza topped with a brightly acidic tomato sauce, anchovies, olives and mozzarella cheese, as well as another pie graced with tomatoes, artichoke hearts, slivers of proscuitto and melted mozz.

It was all delicious. Still, we couldn't finish it.

BA was wiping us out for the count. But we persevered. We made our way back to Palermo Soho for a pit stop at Bar Uriarte for a couple of cocktails and the chance to flirt with the restaurant's muy guapo DJ, who was spinning Motown in our soulful honor.

In the AM we were ready to hit the town once again. First up, the flea market in San Telmo, chock-a-block with handmade ponchos, old seltzer bottles, antique silver sets, jewelry from someone's abuela and an amazing selection of gaucho leather gear, including heavy duty bolos.

Karen and I weren't swayed by the bric-a-brac (although there was an undeniable appeal to the bolos). So, we marched on. This time in search of contemporary culture at one of the city's finest museums, the Malba. A modern gem, brimming with Latin American art, we took in works by artists that ranged from Frida Kahlo to Fernando Botero -- with a stop for Cafe Con Leche thrown in for good measure.

We had one more museum to hit before we could call it a day.

Yes, we went to the Museo Evita to view the history, wardrobe and propaganda that was Eva Peron.

We didn't exactly leave humming "Don't Cry For Me Argentina," but somehow we were feeling like that evening we might just be able to handle another steak dinner, preferably bloody rare and with a side dish of adorable waiters.

April 12, 2008

Well, I made it. And even the flight on American Airlines wasn't too painful. The trip to the terminal's spiffy wine bar Vino Volo even set me in the mood before getting to the gate, as I sipped and swirled a flight of wines entitled "Passport to South America," including a Michel Torino Torrontes and Bodegas Juan Benegas Malbec from Argentina.

And a mere 12 hours after boarding with my buzz, I deplaned in glorious Buenos Aires. After making a quick pit stop at the Mine Hotel to drop my bags and pick up my gal pal Karen, who had flown in from San Francisco for this south of the equator adventure, we made a beeline to one of the city's most famous steakhouses for lunch - La Cabrera.
They believe in large portions at La Cabrera. Large portions of incredible, melt in your mouth beef, grilled to perfection.

You thought that looked sublime? Hold on for a sec. Here's the real money shot...

If that isn't enough to make you wish you had been with Karen and I for almuerzo, you should also know that we polished off a bottle of Malbec with our meal. Oh, and we also indulged in an itty bitty sweet...

April 11, 2008

If American Airlines will cooperate, in a few short hours I will be jetting off to Buenos Aires. Once there, I hope to indulge in fabulous leather goods, great steaks, delicious Malbec and fine gauchos. Not necessarily in that order, mind you...

April 08, 2008

Today, I ventured forth to Bryant Park to take part in the brouhaha surrounding the release of a new brew -- Starbucks' Pike Place Roast. Responding to customers who didn't like the bright, bold, heavily roasted flavors of Starbucks' traditional coffee, Howard Schulz and company have concocted a cup with a smoother, softer finish.

Huddling for warmth in a makeshift tent designed to look like the original Starbucks flagship in Seattle, I was lucky enough to speak with Andrew Linnemann, Starbucks master coffee blender. His passion for the bean was more than evident. It made me suddenly want to travel the world in search of the best coffee beans on the planet, and hook up with coffee gurus from Peet's and Caribou for an honest-to-goodness coffee klatsch.

But enough daydreaming. I was getting cold. I was ready for the main event. I wanted some coffee. I wanted to try the Pike Place.

Linneman was happy to oblige. A cup was poured. I inhaled the aroma. I took a sip. I considered.

Hmmm...

Sort of a cross a between the usual Starbucks bold java and your typical diner Joe, I could certainly taste the merits of the blend.

Still, for my palate, if I'm doing Starbucks, I want the Verona or some such deeper, darker experience.

Then Linnemann -- as if he had a sixth sense -- threw in a "value add.'' Apparently, alongside the Pike Place Roast, the mega-coffee chain is now offering a Seattle cult fave: Top Pot Doughnuts. Linneman had a Chocolate Cake specimen on hand for the occasion (pictured below).

April 07, 2008

This could be a Passover holiday that lives in infamy. It may be a Passover with Gefilte Fish, Matzoh Balls and Coconut Macaroons - but this year Tam Tams will not be seen on the seder table. The San Jose Mercury News reports on the Tam Tam crisis:

..."This is huge, it's a dire emergency" said Susie Weitzman, who works at the Jewish Community Center in Los Gatos. "My kids love Tam Tams. They eat them with tuna and crunch them up in their soup."

The shortage stems from an engineering glitch with new baking machinery at the Manischewitz plant in Newark, N.J. And the problem reportedly can't be fixed before Passover, which begins at sundown on April 19.

For those who are kosher-challenged, Tam Tams are bite-size unleavened crackers. Eating unleavened products - things not made with yeast - is an essential rule of Passover. It's supposed to remind Jews that when the ancient Israelites escaped slavery in Egypt, they only had time to bake flat crackers to eat on the run.

This is the first time since 1940 that the popular crackers won't be available for Passover. The news was first reported by the New Jersey Jewish News.